Reading harold_maude's journal

A man walked a long a dusty road and as he walked something caught his eye.
He made his way to the thing that was half hidden in the tall grass.
He wasn't sure what it was, but upon examining it found it to be parts of a what apeared to be a book, his first thought was this is junk.
He was about to throw it back in the grass when the wind caught some of the pages and an inscription caught his eye.
It read:

"To my beloved,

I am so sorry for all that you endured. I know that your time in the death camps were filled with terror's I cannot immagine, but luckily you were only there a few months and escaped death many times. It is truely a sad time when men turn against men and seek to distroy them.
If they do this in the green wood, immagine then what happens in the dry.

I love you, and my hopes and prayers are with you.
Until you are safe in my arms."

It struck him, this deep sentament, and realized that this was important to someone, and it was somehow lost.
His eyes filled with tears.

Immagine what would have happened if he had never taken the time to stop and look at what was hidden in the grass, or upon seeing it was a "wrecked" book just passed on by.
There are so many things that are looked upon in this world as being worthless, just because they arn't something we like. Things of great value, things that mean much.

Such a time is this, that men take what only tickles their fancy and disregards what may have great vaule to their lives...

just something to think about

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.